Background

Now I'm a full time cook at home for 4 of us, my two aged parents, a help and me. My entire day goes in the kitchen. When I was younger I never bothered to learn to cook, I had a decent paying job so I lived on comfort food or dine out. I lived in all the metropolitan cities & abroad during my working years. My dad use to worry about me and asked me numerous time to come home & he will provide for me. So, I came home after my Company shutdown because of bankruptcy. It's was not an easy decision, to depend on them financially.

My Dad is 92, a retired army. Mom is much younger, she is in her early 70's. My parents were refugees settled in exile for last 64yrs. We siblings were after retirement productions.

We live in a small town situated on 4 roads, intersection area is the market. While growing up it was a village with countable number of families, surrounded with green fields. Now all the fields were cut into plots & people from neighbouring hills have migrated here. So our village turn into a town filled with people.

My neighboours:

My home is beside one of the roads, and behind earlier had a Muslim blacksmith family. They moved to Muslim area and sold the place to our neighbour who sells slippers on the street. Slippers seller's original house is on our right, just two houses away from our house. They have a huge family, eldest one move to the new house with his family & mother. Old one is distributed among the younger two. Middle one's family settled on the lower floor & youngest one's got the upper floor.